1 ''Requiem for a Rose.''

The rose creeps
to window
to drink its last rays of sun
made more precious by inevitable loss.
Its days
pass,
once crimson petals falling
on the sill
and it remembers
the moments
of being loved by butterflies on bright morn
then being plucked ruthlessly
from where it stood
stolen from its natural home
encaged in a cold glass vase
a cruel prison.
Even as it was admired
and displayed its vivid hue
it was doomed to die.
It raises its faded head to the sun
knows its wilted glory
and remembers
the golden time
that was
recollects how finely
it was adorned.

2 ''Past my Fingers''

Ideas slide past
my fingers.
I lose my grasp
and try
to recapture them
but they are
gone
flown
like a violet runaway kite
vibrant
elusive
a tail twisting
serpentine
my fingers reach
stretched
w i d e
then sway to my side in
surrender.

3 ''Winter's Chill''

Winter's chill crushes
icicles wither my warmth
with bites of cruel cold